I've no idea if he kept it, and I was scared to ring him anyway for obvious reasons… I'm just so worried." Tammy became emotional.
"Look Tam," interrupted Goldie. "You've said enough for now. But if and when you’re ready to get in touch with him let me know. Let's say I know a lot of people."
"Thanks Goldie. I'll think on it." Tammy collected her things." See you at the next meeting if you're there."
Chapter Three
For the next few days Greg did just as planned. He rose at ten thirty; took Red for a walk; went to the pub; slept all afternoon; drank all night; took Red for a walk; went to bed…Rose at ten thirty.
Lunchtimes were invariably quiet in the Holly Tree: except for Wheeler - who Greg avoided where possible - there was rarely anyone other than Eddy about. Greg enjoyed the barman’s company however. Because for the most part he was a man of few words, his observations were to be savoured by virtue of their rarity. Sleek and gypsy-like, the sinewy barman delivered his comments without flexing one unnecessary face muscle. Greg imagined him likely to be a handful if necessary, and was prompted one morning to ask why such a capable man should be working behind a bar.
“Is this your own pub, or are you a tenant, Eddy?"
“Neither.” Eddy pulled vigorously at one of the pumps to clear it of cloudy fluid. “I just manage the pub for Vi.”
“Vi?"
“Violet Ball,” explained Eddy, “old lady who owns the Holly Tree. Forgot, you've not met her have you?”
“No - I had the impression the pub was in your family, actually.”
“Wish it was,” Eddy smiled, "only came into the trade a short while ago. Came out of the marine s and worked on a building site for a while. This place is just a stop-gap till I can start making a living again.”
“I know just what you mean: I thought you looked like an outdoor type. I worked on a building site many years ago - forced to leave uni and make a living after my parents died.”
"I can imagine; you'd be in fair nick yourself if you got rid of the bad habits."
"Thanks."
"My pleasure - were you on the building long?”
“No, not really. I took a second job selling domestic security systems to ease finances in the early days. The firm took a liking to me and set me on full time – and I eventually went on to start up on my own.”
“Oddly enough I'm trying to get into security – commercial or domestic,” said Eddy with surprise. “I was an engineer in the Royals, but I'd no idea how difficult it would be to find work when I came out.”
“I’ve heard it can be a nightmare.”
“Not easy for anyone at the moment, mind.” Eddy nodded slowly as the misty fluid in the glass he was filling turned slowly amber.
“No,” agreed Greg. “But it’s a wonder you can stick something as hum-drum as this?”
“Oh, it’s not so bad. I’m lucky to have this I reckon." Eddy handed Greg a crystal clear pint of bitter and winked. "First out of the barrel that one - compliments of Violet Ball.
“No problem. Good health!’ replied a bemused Greg as he took the drink and sat at a table. "We'll have a chat about security when you've more time. You never know, I might be able to point you in the right direction." Greg paused for a second. "Erm…"
"Go on."
"Different subject altogether, but do you have access to the internet? I'd like to look something up."
"Not me personally: I'm a bit of a Luddite in that respect, but if I ask Vi she might lend you hers - as long as you leave the porn sites alone."
"Not into 'em," said Greg with a grin.
"Vi's porn sites, I meant."
Greg laughed again. "It's not a problem - I need to find out the exact address of my family in Perpignan."
"I'm sure she won't mind; I'll ask for you."
That evening in the Holly Tree was quite different, as were most Fridays. The bar was packed by nine, and Greg was able to make some interesting